If truth could be known, we all have that secret place inside where fantasies are spun on a wheel of lust and desire. Am I wrong? What do you think about when you’re alone? 

My own mind is a garden of illicit stories. Perhaps that is why I started writing smut. It’s a way to let off some of the steam. 

Some of my fantasies will stay locked within my beautiful, chaotic head, but there are others that I will share with you. After all, I know just how much you yourself seem to enjoy the erotic. You are here, afterall. I bet you would love to know what thoughts get my pussy wet, what I think of when I press my fingers between the warm flesh of my cunt. 

This particular fantasy of mine involves two brothers, and for the fun of it, let me tell it from shifting perspectives of the three of us who are involved. To avoid any confusion, depending on the perspective, I refer to myself as Jenn (my real life self) or Lila, the dirty little tease you know from this virtual space.

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Jenn/Lila 

God, he’s so hot, Jenn thought to herself as she looked at the man standing in front of her mixing a drink in his kitchen. He was tall with sultry eyes, and strong too, the type of strong that could carry you out of a burning building. He radiated that full masculine vibe, and she watched with growing heat as the muscles in his arm bulged as he poured the liquor. Her body was tingling with anticipation of the inevitable fornication that was about to take place. The air was thick with lust between them. 

Jenn hadn’t seen Dorian in a long time, so long in fact that she’d stopped thinking she’d ever feel his hands roam her skin or his cock stretch her open again. His communication had been so sporadic in the past months, that she’d let go of her want of him and moved on, but then out of the blue, he’d messaged her, and here they were in his kitchen. She wanted him, wanted him so fucking bad that she could feel her cunt throbbing and starting a flood. 

“How have you been?” She asked, coming close and letting a hand run down his strong back. 

“Busy,” he replied. But then he paused, setting down the half-made drink to look directly at her. Before she knew it, his arms were wrapping around her and his mouth was coming down to kiss her. Her body blossomed from his touch. 

Without ever parting his lips from hers, Dorian picked her up and set her on the counter. The damn of desire between them finally broke, and all the pent up lust ripped free. They were pulling at each other’s clothes. His hand slid up her thighs to discover that her cunt wasn’t covered by panties. She was arching and moaning. She spread her legs, opening herself for him. Fuck, she needed him already, needed to feel him inside of her, feel him rending her body with his unending masculine force. She reached down and pulled his cock free and wrapped her hands around it. Thank god he was wearing joggers, and she didn’t have to fight with a zipper. 

Jenn caressed his full and erect flesh as he slid his own fingers, finally into her. Her desire flowed onto him like a wave breaking onto a dry shore, leaving it wet but wanting more. He pressed into her with an intensity that had her melting into him. 

The harmony of moans, of kisses, and of her waters being displaced by his fingers rang out into the room in a beautiful, erotic melody of their passion.  His free hand wrapped behind her ass and pulled her to the edge of the counter. She arched, and with her grip still on his cock, brought it to the gate of her opening next to his fingers. He pulled them out equally ready, equally craving her. The tip of his cock pressed just between her lips, teasing her, making her mad with want. 

The doorbell rang. 

“Mother fucker,” Dorian said, pulling back slightly. 

“Let them go away,” Jenn breathed in a breathy, lust consumed tone, drawing him back in with the legs she had wrapped around him. 

“No, it’s my brother. I forgot he was stopping by to drop off some keys,” Dorian said as he reached down quickly to tuck his large erection back into his pants. Jenn’s breaths caught at the realization that Dorian’s brother was there. Fuck! She thought as a sort of panic rose in her throat. She watched as Dorian took a few breaths to try to calm his arousal. 

“Don’t worry,” Dorian said as he walked out of the kitchen. “I’ll grab the key at the door and tell him to get lost. He’ll understand.” 

Jared 

Jared kicked his Jordan’s on the welcome mat while he waited for his brother to open. He knocked again, growing impatient.

“Come on man,” he said to the red door, about to take out his phone to call. Jared’s day had been shitty, and he wasn’t feeling particularly patient. Finally, the door opened part way, and his baby brother appeared in the gap. 

“Hey man. I forgot you were coming. I’m a bit busy,” Dorian said. Jared noticed the slight shimmer of sweat on his brother’s brow as it caught the afternoon sunlight. A sweet, feminine scent hit his nose. 

“You dog!” Jared growled, pushing at the door only to find that Dorian had his foot wedged behind it, keeping it from moving. Here Jared had been having a shitty day, and yet he’d still taken time to drive these keys over to his brother, and the man was getting fucking laid.

“Do you have them?” Dorian demanded, impatient. Jared swung out a set of keys letting them dangle just out of his brother’s reach. He wasn’t about to let Dorian get off easy without harassing him just a bit. 

“Come on man, just give them to me and get the fuck out of here,” Dorian said, clearly irritated. 

Jared moved the keys just a few inches closer, and when Dorian took the bait and made a swipe for them, Jared lunged sideways and put his weight into the door. He managed to get it open and step into the house. He had a smile on his face when he turned to look at his baby brother who stood fuming behind him. Jared noted the outline of Dorian’s hard cock that was clearly visible under his jogger pants. Bastard, caught right in the act, he thought.

“I’m just going to get a drink and drop these on the counter, bro,” Jared said over his shoulder as he headed toward the kitchen. “Don’t worry. I won’t be here long.” The enjoyment of fucking with his brother had lightened his mood just a bit, and he was hoping that perhaps if the bedroom door was open, he’d get to catch a glimpse of whatever shorty had his brother so hot. 

But as he turned the corner to the kitchen, he saw a woman sitting on the counter. She was wearing a thin green dress; her hair was crazy long and when she turned to look at him, an almost sheepish, apologetic smile on her face, he recognized her instantly. What the fuck! He almost said out loud. 

Dorian

Dorian closed the door and followed his big brother. There was nothing to do but try and get him out of there as fast as possible, so he could get back to throwing Jenn onto his bed and fucking her till she couldn’t breath. He hadn’t seen her in months. He’d been busy, yes, but that wasn’t it. He wasn’t sure how he felt about her being married. It seemed complicated. He had plenty of options, so he’d put her on the back burner, and they’d fallen out of touch, mostly. However, recently, he’d run across one of the pictures she’d sent him, and it had lit him up. He’d been craving her, craving her bad, and so he’d reach out, and she’d agreed to come over. And now, just as he’d been about to quench his dammed thirst, in the exact fucking moment he’d been about to enter her perfect pink little cunt, Jared had come. His cock ached. 

He rounded the corner ready to play it off lightly, introduce them and find a way to kick his brother out. But instead of finding his brother half into his fridge, as he’d expected, the man was frozen at the edge of the kitchen, staring wide-eyed at Jenn who was staring right back at him. It was so intense he could almost feel the tension in the air. 

What the fuck is going on? He thought to himself. 

Lila/Jenn

She had no idea what to do as she sat there looking into Jared’s penetrating stare. He was handsome, just like his brother. Slightly taller now that she saw him in real life. Dorian’s voice broke through her haze of panic. 

“Jenn, this is my brother, Jared.” She tried to shake off her feelings. She smiled, but could not muster her voice to utter the fake, “Nice to meet you, Jared” that it would have taken to make the moment less awkward, less obvious.

Jared made even less of an attempt than her to conceal the secret they both knew. He didn’t even acknowledge his brother’s presence. He just stared at her, his eyes radiating a primal, hungry glint; perhaps there was even a hint of anger in them as well. She couldn’t quite tell. 

The world constricted, going black except for him standing in front of her, and her sitting there on his brother’s counter, breathless. 

Jared 

How the fuck is she here? Echoed in his mind as he stared at Lila. His eyes roamed up and down her body, barely covered in that thin, green cloth. Her nipples were hard, and he watched as she took short, uncertain breaths. 

Jared had noticed her pop up in the watched list of a few of his Instagram stories a few months back. One day, he’d happened to look at her profile, and he hadn’t stopped going back to look at it since. He had messaged her. She’d been slow to respond at first, almost stand-offish, but over time, he’d pulled her in, and their conversation had gotten heated.

He’d never met her, despite him asking to meet up more than once.  She’d always refused, teasing him that her faceless persona didn’t meet people in real life, so he had resigned her to the realm of fantasy, and she’d become his go to for those occasional lonely nights when he found his bed without a pussy to fuck. 

He’d even subscribed to her website, but that hadn’t done anything to ease his lust for her. Fuck, it had just made it worse — far fucking worse. One night, just one night, she’d agreed to a video call with him, and things had gotten steamy. They’d talked about all the nasty things they’d do to each other if they ever met, and they’d both masturbated and came hard and deep. But beyond the physical pleasure, she’d ended up showing him the thing he’d wanted to see most, her face, which was how he was able to know beyond any doubt that the woman sitting on his little brother’s counter, all flushed and half fucked was her. 

Dorian 

At first he thought the strange staring match going on was his brother being an annoying ass, trying to make things awkward for him. But then Jared walked straight up to Jenn, reached a hand up behind her head, pulling her close, almost as if he were going to kiss her, and he said, “How the fuck are you here?” Dorian lunged and shoved Jared back, standing between her and his brother, feeling some strange rage at him. 

“What the fuck!” Dorian growled, “You barge in here, disrupt my afternoon, and now you’re getting all up on my girl, here!” Dorian said protectively, but inside, his mind was reeling. What was going on? Clearly he was missing something. Was she fucking his brother? 

“How do you know, Lila?” Jared spit back, a question and an accusation. 

“Who the fuck is Lila?” Dorian sneered and turned toward the girl he knew as Jenn. 

“What is this? Have you been fucking my brother?” Dorian accused her, focusing his gaze and attention fully on her now. His tone had come across more angry and stern than he had meant. She was breathing short, nervous breaths. Her lips were parted as if words were trying to form on them as she looked back and forth between them. She looked small, helpless even. Despite his rising anger, Dorian’s eyes lowered to her thighs as his mind thought about the wetness he knew was there, the ocean that just 10 minutes ago he had been about to dive into. 

“I, I, I’m sorry,” she said, seemingly unsure of which one to direct her apology to. “I’ve never met your brother before,” she said locking her eyes onto his,” but I might have watched a few of his IG stories once upon a time when I thought that we were never going to meet up again,” she stammered on, saying how she hadn’t thought he would notice given how many followers he had, and she had just been curious, but he had noticed her account and had started talking to her. 

“So then you guys have been chatting?” Dorian asked, trying to make sense of it. 

“You could call it that,” Jared said, and Dorian noted the way his brother’s eyes roamed Jenn’s body, as if he were already touching her. He noted the bulge growing in Jared’s pants. You mother fucker, Dorian thought. 

“What the fuck, Jenn!” Dorian growled before he turned from his brother to look at her. But when his eyes landed on her, he was met by her deep brown eyes. They were wide, beseeching his own with submission, with an apology. Those eyes, that intense stare — they got him.

“I’m sorry, Dorian. I — I just didn’t think I would see you again, and I hadn’t planned to talk to him,” she said before turning to his brother.. “And I’m sorry Jared, I shouldn’t have responded, but…” her voice trailed off. “I don’t want to be a problem between you two. I can go.” 

The way her mouth moved at the apology, the way she was sitting, her legs still partly open. No fucking way. Jared could eat shit. Jenn was his, okay maybe not his completely since she was married and all, but she was his right now. She was in his house, and he was going fuck her for the rest of the damned day. 

“I don’t give a fuck about who you talk to online, Jared,” Dorian barked, turning his focus to his brother. “Get the fuck out of my house.” And as he said it, he reached in and wrapped his arms around Jenn, picking her up, holding her by her ass as her legs wrapped tightly around him. He carried her into his bedroom without another look at Jared, and he kicked the door shut behind them. 

“Baby, I’m sorry I left you hanging for so long,” Dorian said as he put Jenn onto the bed. He pulled his clothes off, leaving them in a pile on the floor and came above her.

“It’s okay. I get it, but I want you so bad right now,” she breathed, staring into his sultry gaze.

Dorian pulled her dress up over her head only to find a thin, black crotchless bodysuit hiding beneath. 

“Fuck, baby!” Dorian said as he looked at the woman he was about to dive into. The lace, the straps, the cream of her skin. His cock was aching with need. Dorian leaned down and kissed her while he caressed a hand down the length of her body. His fingers found their mark and teased her pussy. He watched with satisfaction as her head arched back from the pleasure of his touch. 

He couldn’t take it any longer. He needed her. He pulled back and flipped her over into doggy style, aiming her straight at the mirror next to his bed. He wanted her to watch him taking her — wanted her to see how hard she made him. Dorian rubbed her ass before leaning over to kiss her neck gently. 

“I need to feel you, Jenn,” he said. “I’m not going to use a condom.” Her response was the tilt of her head back into his cheek. 

“I need to feel you, too,” she whispered. He stayed arched over her as he guided himself in her, spreading her dripping flesh open with his cock while he nipped her neck with his teeth. She watched him in the mirror, moaning at the feeling of him finally entering him. 

“Fuck!” She moaned. “I needed this.” 

“God, me too!” Dorian said as he started stroking deep into her cunt.

Jenn/Lila

His cock, this cock she’d been craving for so long made her drip. Every stroke lit her up, and feeling his skin, his touch, and knowing that his fluids were mixing with her own had her cunt coating him with wave after wave of her juices.

It felt like the zing of being 16 and getting kissed for the first time. Every part of her body vibrated for him. She almost forgot about Jared, but then the image of his face floated into her mind, and a memory of that one night they had video chatted surfaced. He was equally as handsome as his brother. He was older and had a bit more bad boy dominance about him. She felt her body responding to those thoughts, craving him also and regretting how the earlier scene had gone. 

“Fuck, baby! You’re so wet,” Dorian moaned as he leaned up and wrapped his big hands around her hips, picking up the tempo, not knowing that part of her flood was for his brother. 

Jared

“Fuck!” Jared grumbled under his breath as he stood in the kitchen, sipping on whatever half finished shit drink had been sitting on the counter. He had almost stormed out of the house in a rage, but his cock had stopped him. She was so close. Her scent of rose and Jasmin lingered in the empty room. Fuck, she did something to him. He wanted her, but what was there to do? He was standing there empty handed while his arrogant, too hot for his own good, little brother was in there inside of her. He should just leave.  

But then he’d heard her moan out from the bedroom, and he couldn’t get his feet to walk toward the door. He couldn’t stop them when they started walking to the bedroom, and he couldn’t stop his hand as it turned the doorknob. Fuck it. Fuck what his brother thought. She was just as much his as she was his brother’s. His brother had left her hanging. His brother hadn’t read all of her stories. He didn’t know the things she said about liking to be submissive or about how she liked to be touched. He had read that shit, and he was going to give her what she fucking needed. 

Lila/Jenn

His reflection showed in the mirror as he entered the room. She watched him walk in, straight to her without doubt, without any hesitancy. His strong hand grabbed the back of her head by her hair and pressed her down until her chest was flat on the mattress and her head was turned to the side. She felt Dorian’s thrusts in her slow to a near stop. She heard him mutter something, but her focus wasn’t on him. She instead watched as Jared came into her vision, close to her face. With his free hand, he caressed from her brow down to her chin. 

“Good Girl, Lila,” he said in a firm yet gentle voice. She hadn’t known how much she had craved his touch, too, until it left a trail of fire across her face. She craved him equally as much as his brother. 

“Baby,” she breathed out as her eyes submitted to the way he was holding her down, so tight to the bed. In an instant, his mouth was on hers, kissing her with jealousy and passion. She kissed back, letting out a small moan of absolute pleasure at this moment, at him kissing her, and at Dorian’s hands frozen on her hips. She reached her hand back to caress Dorian’s leg, to let him know she still wanted him, still loved what he was doing to her. She just wanted both of them, and was that so wrong? 

She heard Jared unbuckling his pants with his free hand and watched out of the corner of her vision as he dropped them to the floor. 

Dorian

Dorian had wanted to punch his brother when he saw him walking into the room. He almost did, but he didn’t want to pull out of Jenn to do it. He’d waited too long, and it felt too fucking good. 

He let out a grumbled curse, and was about to say more, when the ass of his brother had grabbed Jenn by the head and pressed her chest into the bed. Instead of reacting, instead of starting a fight, Dorian had just watched. Partly because he had caught a look of pleasure on Jenn’s face when Jared had grabbed her, partly because he had felt a wave of water rush to her cunt when that had happened, but also partly because somehow he was feeling really fucking turned on by it. He didn’t pause to question how awkward this was, he’d deal with that later. He just got back to fucking her. Her cunt was soaked and dripping onto the sheet below her.  

Lila/Jenn

Jared’s grip on her hair tightened as he tipped her head back. His large, bulging cock came into her vision in front of her face. It was aiming straight at her mouth. For a moment, it was all she saw, the smooth surface of the tip and the strength of his shaft. His cock was big and so fucking perfect.  Lust for her poured forth from it in a thick, glistening trail. She reached out with her tongue and with the tip was just able to lap up the taste of him. He was salty, like a cool ocean breeze sweeping across the landscape on the wings of an impending storm. It coated her mouth, making her crave him even more. She moaned and stretched toward him. 

Jared

The way she had licked him for no other reason than to taste him had his blood rushing in torrents to his already hard cock. He used his grip on her hair to move her toward him until he felt her lips part and slide around him. He pushed himself in deep until his cock reached the back of her throat, and then a little more, feeling as her jaw stretched to accommodate him. 

Then, Jared let go of her hair, freeing her so she could press herself up on her elbows and take control. She never let him leave her mouth as she shifted her body. Then her hands were on him, one around his shaft and one sliding up his thigh exploring his body. She was moaning and making sloppy sounds with her mouth.

Jared’s attention moved from her mouth, down the arch of her back, to her ass, and then to the wet, messy place where Dorian’s cock was stretching her pussy open. Jared looked up, and their eyes locked. The look on his brother’s face was a mixture of pleasure and primal dominance. If it weren’t for the sensations she was giving to them both, they’d probably be brawling and throwing punches, but neither wanted to stop. 

Jared noted the way that, without once breaking eye contact, Dorian slapped Lila’s ass and then grabbed her hips to make a show of pressing deeper into her. He felt the wave as the thrust rippled through her body to her mouth. 

A sneer lined the edges of Jared’s lips as his hands slid down and grabbed Lila’s hair once again. His eyes stayed locked on Dorian’s as he pressed her deep onto his cock until she gagged. He held it there for a few beats of the heart, knowing she couldn’t breath, but also feeling how she submitted to him and waited for him to release her. He needed to teach his little brother a thing or two about how to treat a woman as perfect as this one.  When he released her, she moaned.

Jared smiled at Dorian before moving his gaze down and wrapping his fingers around Lila’s throat. He pulled her mouth up off of his cock until she sat back onto her knees, deeper onto Dorian’s cock. Jared held her tight, bringing his head toward hers. With his other hand, he gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and whispered loud enough for Dorian to hear, “I’m going to fuck you like you deserve to be fucked, baby girl.” She looked up and their eyes locked for a moment. It was just him, her, and the anticipation hanging in the air between them. 

Dorian 

He felt pleasure. He felt rage. He wanted to fight. He needed to fuck! He’d never thought of having a threesome with two men, not once — two women, sure. He’d never in his life thought he’d be having one with his brother. What surprised him most, though, was how fucking hot it was making him. There was something about watching her be taken in that way and feeling her cunt pulse around him and soak the bed. He couldn’t deny it, somehow the erotic mix of her pussy and the rage he was feeling was a big turn on. 

“Fuck,” Dorian moaned out into the room. He had to slow his stroke to make sure he didn’t cum; it felt that good.  

Jared noted it and took advantage while Dorian’s focus was on keeping his control. His brother reached his hands around Jenn’s waist and pulled her forward off of his cock. Jared twisted her onto her back in one expert move and was above her before Dorian could react.

“The fuck man!” Dorian thundered. He wanted to shove his brother onto the damned floor, but he also didn’t want to touch his half naked brother who was now slowly settling in between Jenn’s spread thighs as if Dorian wasn’t kneeling right next to them. 

That mother fucker was trying to give her a slow yet dominant, love making kind of fuck. He watched as Jared ran a hand through her hair and down the side of her face before he kissed her slowly. He eased his cock closer to her cunt, teasing her. 

“God, baby. I’ve wanted this for so long,” Dorian heard Jared say. He was laying it on thick. He was kissing her while also pulling her head back with a grip on her hair. Dorian heard as Jenn moaned and arched. She was craving his brother, and for a moment he felt some sort of way about it, but then he felt her hand reach out and take his, pulling him back into the moment. 

He was surprised to find that despite having been usurped from her cunt, watching what was about to happen was also turning him on. Was it the taboo of it being his brother taking her? Was it watching how much she clearly wanted both of them? His cock was throbbing hard and wet from her cunt in his hand. Dorian reached his other hand down to caress her arm.

Lila/Jenn

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” Jared whispered into her ear before he nipped her lobe and let the tip of his cock finally brush against her swollen pussy. Her body flooded with desire under his weight. She knew he was a player and all his “baby this” and “baby that” was just a line to make her melt, but it didn’t fucking matter; it worked. She spread her legs as far as they would open for him and arched her pussy up as he slowly entered her. 

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” she moaned into his ear on an exhale of pleasure, and when Jared brought a hand up and choked her, she cried out into the freedom of his restraint. 

“Take that fucking dick, baby girl,” he whispered into her ear as he deep stroked her cunt. She could feel it, that fire deep in her belly from his cock, from the mix of both of their fluids in her cunt, from Dorian’s hands rubbing her, from everything. Her breaths came up shallow as she arched and let it build. 

“Bring your cock over here, baby,” she moaned, turning to Dorian. She needed him, too, needed both of them. Dorian knelt next to her and pressed into her mouth. The flavor of their mingled juices coated her tongue. Her body arched as pleasure washed across her. Fuck, she was going to cum. She was going to cum hard. It broke across her as Jared pressed deep into her and Dorian’s perfect cock gagged her. Their hands and their bodies held her tight as she released control of her body and of her mind into their masculine force. It was one of those deep, lust fueled climaxes that came in wave after wave of pleasure and contractions. She heard them moan, simultaneously as they watched her, as they felt it in her body. 

Dorian

He could have cum just from her mouth and from watching her writhe in pleasure under his brother, but he wanted her cunt. He wanted to leave his cum as far into her as he could, and so he pushed his brother with his shoulder as if he were on the 10 yard line making a push for the touchdown. While he did, he reached a hand around her waist and pulled her body over. Jared didn’t fight, but instead let his brother take his turn. Dorian came on top of her and slowly pressed himself into her.  

“Baby,” she breathed as she stared straight into his eyes as her hands came up to hold his face. “I missed this,” she said. She leaned up and kissed him, planting a moan onto his lips.  

“Fuck baby! I’m going to cum soon,” Dorian cried out, barely holding his control as he felt her own body rising to that edge again. As soon as he said it, her body shook and her breathing shifted to that staccato pattern of pleasure, and he could feel her legs trembling as he pressed into her. 

“Oh my God. I want your cum so fucking bad, baby,” she moaned, and then, “God, I’m going to cum again.”  There was no stopping them. His fingers dug into her flesh as he stroked deep into her over and over again as their sounds of pleasure, their need of it, climbed up to that fever pitch. When he came, tipped over by her own release that spasmed around his cock, he leaned in and bit her neck. He moaned deep into her flesh, and as the wave rescinded and flowed back into the ocean, they kissed and whimpered those tender high pitch notes of shared intimacy and connection. 

“That felt amazing,” she said before Dorian pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to her. 

Jared

Jared had watched as they both climaxed and then bonded over it. It was a beautiful, hot sight to see. He wouldn’t have thought he’d feel that way 30 minutes ago, but he did now. However, a primal instinct to leave her with his cum and not some other males burned inside of him, and so he interrupted them. 

“Baby, come here and sit on this cock,” he said gently as he picked up her hands and pulled her to a sitting position. Lila came onto him and slowly lowered herself onto his cock. Her cunt was a sticky, wet mess. He could feel his own brother’s cum and her water sliding out of her to flood his lap. 

Good, he thought. Let it pour out, so I can leave her with mine. She wrapped her legs around his body. His arms circled her in a python tight grip as they sat as one. He used his strong arms to move her comparatively small body up and down on his cock. It was just the two of them in his mind, and soon they were both moaning again and clawing at each other with a hungry, primal need. 

“God, I’ve wanted you,” she moaned into his ear. “I just didn’t think I should, given the scenario, so I tried to fight it,” she confessed. He held her tighter and kissed her. 

“I get it baby, but we’re here now, and that’s what matters,” he said. “I need this. I fucking need this.” 

Her response was a melody of pleasure building, of her body grinding into his greedily. As his own orgasm built, he felt the need to dominate her. He pushed her back onto the bed and pressed his weight hard down onto her, making sure his stroke went deep and steady and got her clit, too. It lit her up. 

“Fuck, fuck, I’m going to cum soon,” she cried out after a few minutes. He gave it several more deep strokes until he could tell there was no going back for her, and then he let himself go, too. He pressed as deep as he fucking could, so deep her whole body nearly moved from his stoke, and he growled into her neck as his body, pressing to tight onto her own, shot every last drip of his load into her spasming cunt. 

Lila/Jenn

She lay on her back, thighs relaxed and open on the bed, and they lay on each side of her, each with a hand on part of her body. Nobody said a word. They just collectively breathed, and she smiled to herself and relaxed deep into the plush mattress as she felt their cum drip from her pleasure swollen cunt.